already a few weeks ago

I can't believe its already been a few weeks since we packed up and said "bye-bye" to our old house, and our friends, and our lives in the little ol' state we used to refer to as "home" when we were away.

This is our little family of 3 the afternoon before the movers actually came. The last afternoon that our home was really "home" which by this point was a real stretch anyway considering we'd been doing some hard core moving prep all weekend (and the week prior) so our home didn't really feel like 'us' anymore anyway.

That's right. I'm lookin' all gussied up in my painting crocs, tangle of hair, and Sweet P's Beauty and the Beast bracelet on (her insistence).

By this point we were all pretty bummed that we didn't get to go to a friend's rockin' BBQ (think roasted entire pig) because of all the stuff that had to be taken care of. Always, always, always it seems that we're caught off guard by some of the stuff that needs to be taken care of before a move. No matter how hard we try, no matter the lessons learned being applied from previous moves, there's always a flood of "stuff."

The picture below is "Day somethin' or other" of moving week. It took four days to pack, crate, and load everything from our house. Four days was a wee bit too much for me. I've declared it to be my max for future moves.

Not the greatest picture, but if you look hard enough, you'll see a bunch of our stuff sitting on the driveway waiting to be crated. Nothing like a move to expose just how much stuff you really have. I always walk around the house just before a move and look around and convince myself that we really don't have that much stuff...my love always gets a laugh out of that.